in_the_book_of_creation dafremen There was an aquarium in the doctor's office the other day. In it were all sorts of fish: convicts and goldfish, tetras and what-nots and they sang for me. I listened to them, and learned that their song was of the world, of animal nature and I heard it echoing off the people around me; written on the pages of the book of Creation. There was a small convict, a medium sized convict and a very large convict. These fish are predators, very territorial. And their daily life in that small tank is one of pursuit and escape. They never seemed at peace, always fleeing from the larger or pursuing the smaller. Always chasing and snapping and fighting. If a smaller convict came too close to a larger fish, it was as if the larger fish sensed it, and would suddenly turn and begin pursuit. Began to hunt. There was always a reaction and so the smaller fish spent much of their time trapped, under a rock, or in some crack where the larger fish could not reach them. What was interesting, though was the verse of their song that related to the docile, non-predatory fish. These fish swam along without a care, eating in peace. And they could swim very close to the larger predatory fish and it would continue, unbothered by their presence. Only occasionally would the constantly alert convicts turn to these docile fish and snap, and rather than swim away in fright, the docile fish would motion that they were not a threat, and with that, the convict would turn and continue swimming, hunting, defending its territory. It was the running away that seemed to cue the larger convicts to the fact that a fish was to be chased. It was the predators that ran from the larger predators, that reacted in a way that reflected their OWN intentions toward those that are smaller. I thought to myself, how wonderful to be one of those docile fish. How peaceful to swim freely where you would, without a care. How completely liberating to put your head down when the predator calls and signal that you are not a threat, that you have no need to run because you feel no fear, only peace. The Creation's book contains a story. It does not cease, it does not end. You may pick it up at any time and read it, the words will still be there, they do not go away. 041223 what's it to you? who go blather from